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At age 2
I thought I knew
everything there was to know.
An only child
the only child
my parents spoiled
although,
That January brought
a stranger wrought
in the image of my mother
A blonde haired girl
with lips that curled
who stole the attention
In which I was covered
At age 10
there was no way in
which I was ever wrong
I ruled the world
tossed, threw and hurled
My talents into school and dance and song.
A sister of one
Now with a mister of one
to call my baby brother
He was three in July
he believed he could fly
and with my attention
he was now covered
At age 20
I was often lonely
missing her blonde hair
and his flying
The strangers wrought
with love did not
have a car or funds for flying
They both could talk
they both could walk
but not all the way to see me
I’d left them behind
and longed to rewind
to when they first came home to meet me
At age 30
I often worried
About my red head
And my hockey player
She rolled her eyes
He was far too wise
He was 10 and she was a teenager
He struggled with writing
And she was still fighting
with the world inside herself
I called the girl
With lips that curled
She brought a hug
and wine
and help
At age 50
I sipped whiskey
On the back porch with my sister.
We clipped coupons
With no shoes on
And called my mom and told her we missed her and dad
Who long had
A dream to see them.
The Northern lights
The only lights
He wouldn’t need glasses to read in
They’d be back soon
Sent love to the moon
And back to their home and their little ones
To their girls, their boy
Their dog and their cats
Their granddaughters and their grandsons
At age 90
I thought it might be
Time for me to go
A time my boy and my girl,
my granddaughters and grandsons had to know
Was drawing close each day
When each morning I awoke to say
Thank you for my life
For the wisdom I gained
For the way I was humbled
For the times of love, joy
Heartbreak and strife
Together they stitched a quilt of years
That blanketed my soul
With patches and rips
And love that eclipses
All
And makes me whole
I thought I knew
everything there was to know.
An only child
the only child
my parents spoiled
although,
That January brought
a stranger wrought
in the image of my mother
A blonde haired girl
with lips that curled
who stole the attention
In which I was covered
At age 10
there was no way in
which I was ever wrong
I ruled the world
tossed, threw and hurled
My talents into school and dance and song.
A sister of one
Now with a mister of one
to call my baby brother
He was three in July
he believed he could fly
and with my attention
he was now covered
At age 20
I was often lonely
missing her blonde hair
and his flying
The strangers wrought
with love did not
have a car or funds for flying
They both could talk
they both could walk
but not all the way to see me
I’d left them behind
and longed to rewind
to when they first came home to meet me
At age 30
I often worried
About my red head
And my hockey player
She rolled her eyes
He was far too wise
He was 10 and she was a teenager
He struggled with writing
And she was still fighting
with the world inside herself
I called the girl
With lips that curled
She brought a hug
and wine
and help
At age 50
I sipped whiskey
On the back porch with my sister.
We clipped coupons
With no shoes on
And called my mom and told her we missed her and dad
Who long had
A dream to see them.
The Northern lights
The only lights
He wouldn’t need glasses to read in
They’d be back soon
Sent love to the moon
And back to their home and their little ones
To their girls, their boy
Their dog and their cats
Their granddaughters and their grandsons
At age 90
I thought it might be
Time for me to go
A time my boy and my girl,
my granddaughters and grandsons had to know
Was drawing close each day
When each morning I awoke to say
Thank you for my life
For the wisdom I gained
For the way I was humbled
For the times of love, joy
Heartbreak and strife
Together they stitched a quilt of years
That blanketed my soul
With patches and rips
And love that eclipses
All
And makes me whole
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